Sparkling

I saw you there in that space

between each bubble that lifted to the sky

the essence of you so light and magical

like tiny fireflies in the light

rising higher into the darkness,

you moved away before I could reach you,

I heard the small sounds on the air

like cosmic laughter

as you played your games

and I held the stem as if holding it

would be almost as good as holding you,

and you rose as I tried once more

but you had become a thousand stars

and I saw you blink for but a second

as if to say no fears,

it’s all gonna be alright.

The mirage of golden lightness carried me

through the night of tortured sleep

as I called your name

you kept deftly slipping away

like champagne tears into nothing

and the taste so sweet on my tongue,

memories of apple trees and summer sun

as the glass lay empty in my hand

the essence of you now gone,

as I looked up one last time

in time to see the lace of clouds move in,

and as the skies cried as if to say

you would return to me some day.

The sparkle of memory always stays in my mind,

as the pop of the cork releases the mood

of gaiety and New Year essences,

the nights of the universe always know when to find

the girl in the forest speaking to trees

with a long tall glass that holds so well

the line of bubbles that rises like thoughts

of a yesterday to relive once more.

For some reason while shopping today Prosecco was on my mind, to see the tiny bubbles dance in joy-picked up a bottle and look forward to the smiles, celebrations and star filled nights. Life is but a dream, but such a good one at that ❤

Grace

We are but ghosts of our unknown selves

mysteriously drifting with timeless stealth

apparitions of our former lives

caged, entwined throughout our life

we slip the bonds of tired thought

and move to places we’ve often sought

while floating on high we find our course

and disappear into nothing voids of the source.

We give away the best of worlds

within imagining endless source

till the cup is empty

the well runs dry

it is only then we begin to try

to find our way back on the road of us

we take each step on this endless path

and gaining ground we sometimes fail

in lessons learned we still prevail.

The spirit strength rebuilds the shell

where a magic lived that we had heard them tell

and we close our eyes and see anew

a beautiful moment of truth shine through

and so close to source we begin to feel

each birth, each death

each good and bad

and in between the thoughts we’d had

we finally stand and take our place

whilst gowned in our redeeming grace.

Magical waves

One thing leading into another thing

moving into a ripple effect

slipping between moments

of wonder and awe.

Words spoken leading to new paths

leading to doors that open

leaving the sorrow behind.

I sit beneath a morning sun

lost and finding the way to somewhere

and I am there though not aware

until the hand is shaking

and the words come forth spilling

and I smile at the wonder of it all.

What mysteries are abound

to move and shake the core

letting the mind tip into remembering

and believing

and seeing that what was there

is all you had asked

and you stand and shake your head

saying yeah, this is how it goes

and you take the step forward

even though you felt like you moved a step behind,

when it’s all a part of the dance

you take your place

moving along so very nicely

and tipping your hat to the sky

with a thank you sir

I’m gonna break through after all.

Thoughts on a somewhat surreal day, while visiting with my Dr for my 6 month check up I tell her with a laugh on how many applications I have filled out to no avail, so she goes out, makes a call, and hands me an address, says someone will meet me there and I finally find the place and fill out the application(for a job in the vein I am looking for) and am walked right in for an interview….my hands were shaking, I hadn’t done this in over 17 years. I hope I get the job and thinking positively I know I will get the job…may not be tomorrow but I feel quite hopeful again. Damn, what a delicious feeling indeed. Manifesting to garner all I desire in life…thank you yes indeed.

And we fly

We never knew how except in our thoughts,

how to step into that place filled with hope and light,

yet we knew the magic was in there

and oh, how we searched high and low

not sure exactly what it was we were seeking,

just that we knew that somehow it was real.

The happiness and joy of our yesterdays

floating our love like balloons on strings

watching as it tagged along wherever we went

and being dismayed when we found it had escaped.

But the best kind wasn’t tethered,

wasn’t held tightly,

but set free to follow when it was ready,

but even then it didn’t follow

and we looked high and then low

wondering what has happened,

where has it gone?

Then one day we peered into the looking-glass

and find to our surprise,

it was always there, not following

but a part of

a piece of our beings that shone so strong

and we wanted to lock it up lest it hide away again

and as we tried we saw the light dim

for it didn’t want to be hidden

and it didn’t want to be held down and kept like a dog on a leash

and so we uncovered it

we showed it to everyone with each smile we gave

and we shared it with others

because as that happened,

it began to shine even brighter

almost blinding us and that joy,

that laughter and happiness overcame us

and we knew then that as long as we kept doing this,

it would keep rising higher and higher

and it was carrying us along with it

and we flew so high

with no fear anymore of letting go what was our true nature,

for we now knew the magic

and we soared.

awesome image taken by my friend Steve at a balloon fest somewhere in NY ❤

To fly

Have we forgotten how it is

to fly with wings through sunlit skies,

to move past this life into a soul alive

and cast away the hurt, the pride.

Have we forgotten how it feels

to slip through clouds on silent dreams,

to float on air with out a care

and feel the peace that lingers there.

Have we forgotten how it feels

to spread our wings and know the sky

to call upon the winds on high

to move effortlessly with just a thought.

Have we forgotten the simple things

to share in this place a love so free

to gather close the sense of self

and so be able to sprinkle down to earth

abundance of a gift of life,

a thousand blessings to all we see

beneath these wings

we’ve forgotten how to fly free.

They hide within when we forget

to use the beauty tucked away

to spread the joy, the gift, the life

these broken wings can mend within

and in doing so, be able to fly again

just whisper the wish of love to all

in doing so they will rise again

and journey to the heart with glee

into the darkness, setting the light free.

My mind keeps moving to thoughts of wings, of movement and joy and this is what came out. I was searching for some pics I took in Savannah a few years back, not sure where I put them but found this image on the internet and it filled the image I needed.

Peace, love and get those wings moving my friends. Fly ❤

Within the magic

Only within the innocent mind
where magic places sit and hide
and fairy dust is sprinkled there
without a care,
the peace of the woodlands whispers
the stories of things rarely seen
a forest shrouded in dappled rays
where laughter is heard
on gentle breeze.
I’ve seen this place in deepest dreams
colors cool and the mushrooms wild
on beds of pine so soft to touch
undisturbed by man and such,
this world of silence where birds still fly
and dragonflies race on summer skies
as butterflies flit with elegant grace
here in my magic place.
At night the lightning bugs fill the air
a dance of lights on humid air
and the scent of a campfire draws you near
as the melody of the night music calms the soul
and Blue and Grey will smile for you
as sweet dogs do
beside the pond of Smith acres
the magic moonlight and mystery
of a magic place of hope and light
on a fresh and beautiful summer night.

For Sara….

In between thought

“Soon you will see me ’cause I’ll be all around you
But where I come from I can’t tell,
But don’t be alarmed by my fields and my forests
They’re here for only you to share.
Cause here there’s lot of room for doing
The things you’ve always been denied
So look and gather all you want to
There’s no one here to stop you trying.
Watching and waiting
For someone to understand me
I hope it won’t be very long.” Hayward/Thomas

I am here in this place,
in between thought and saving grace
as the sun settles down
upon the remains of the day
and in darkness I become
one with shadows.
I have become this pattern of peace
dappled in shades of night and morning
whisked away on an endless dream
content to know
out there somewhere the star sits
waiting for moon to balance
the edges with light.
I breathe in cooler air
where once there was the fiery heat
now comfortable like a quiet stream
that speaks to me in a memory
but you are here now
and I will join soon
eyes closed and filled with calm,
free of sadness,
free of the bounds of gravity
Flying high in a state of mind
calm.

As the time for sleep draws near, I find myself in a very good place, calm, clear, collected and steady in breath….content, yeah, thats the word, content. My mind has been on a jukebox playlist all day, Billie Holiday all the way to playing air guitar in the car to AC/DC! rock and roll aint noise polution…..i think i scared the dude at the red light next to me, but leave off with one of my Moody Blues faves….youtube it if you desire, sing along with me and feel the calm wash over.
peace and blessings my friends,
goodnight, K

Manifesting

These thoughts stir like a simmering pot
Tragic moments of sadness overcome
then clearing whispers in remembered images,
how had I forgotten to simply ask.
Pieces of the jigsaw put together
unexpected view, not what the image portrayed
but so much better
as I was throwing the words into the air
whispers on the stream of clouds
a simple plea to make it all work.
Sun rises with voices from yesterday
it’s all gonna work
all gonna be okay
’cause I don’t have to settle for that which brings
turmoil and misery
when the world waits for the love flow
of a manifesting miracle
sweet winds blow gentle breezes to calm
and the windchimes sing their song
feeling the peace flow through,
and the song plays on from the multitude
and I laugh out loud in joy
because that’s how it proceeds,
the parade of amazing things
as the hole closes behind the lost minutes
a new tomorrow comes to call
bearing gifts
for all.

It has been a day of such good things, pics of the old home being revamped in a beautiful way by wonderful souls who are making it their own, a new door opens for our trip back in time, and a peace finds me waiting with the gift of a beautiful sister who made my day complete, and the gift of course of my friends here who always let me know tat with each rabbit hole I fall into, there is always a potion/door to make my escape back to where I need to be. ❤ peace and love and manifestions of Wow.

Rabbit hole

I while away a second

a minute

an hour

no time to waste

staring at the colors move

wondering where the thought moved to

that had sat patiently waiting

for capture before it was led astray

down the rabbit hole.

Hours to days

to weeks

to months slipping past

like spilt tea down the confines

of space, running into each opening

where emptiness had sat

now swims in shimmering liquid

like a laugh at the wrong time.

Spiral moves of skies above

from nothing to something

back to a slow simmer

to a cool-to-touch

and I reach for the holder forgetting

that the time has passed

and it’s okay to handle,

but where did it go

that second

that minute

that hour that left me stranded

watching colors for lack

as the sky poured down

and the tea party broke up

and I hold the empty cup

wondering what it had ever held.

 

Magic of imagination

Spinning teacups in colored dreams
thoughts of magic in between
stories from my yesterday
caught in a cyclone of whimsy.

Madness fills the pantry of mind
overflowing all of the time
stirred with sweetness and light sublime
flying, soaring feels so very fine.

Strange and glittering worlds
cosmic fantasy sweeping us through
live action life movie
through the looking glass we move.

Becoming larger then small again
this escape into a beautiful place
in a simple dream of exhaustion
slipping away into a magic world.